More Than A Machine || Connor x Reader D:BH

2| The Interrogation

"Knew it wouldn't get a word out of it." Gavin snarled.
"Will you shut up?" (Y/N) spat.

"Listen," Connor continued. "I know you've been through a lot, but you need to help me understand what happened. I'm on your side, I want to help you. But there's nothing I can do if you won't talk to me."

The deviant shot its head up, looking around in a frantic expression whilst Reed kept picking at the android's attempts to make it talk on the other side of the glass. (Y/N), of course, defended both the RK800 & deviant.

"What-" The deviant spoke.

"Holy shit, shut up Reed! He's talking!" She turned to face the glass.

"What are they gonna do to me?" It asked, turning its head.
"They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?"

"They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened."

"Why did you tell them you found me? Why couldn't you just have left me there?"

"I was programmed to hunt deviants like you, I just accomplished my mission."

It looked down.
"I don't want to die."

"Then talk to me."

"I- I can't."

All the officers watched eagerly behind the glass.
"Face it, this plastic prick is too soft to get the answer out of it, we're wasting our time."
"He's come this far, no way we're giving up on him now."
"It, (Y/N), it."
"Him." She turned back to the scene unfolding.

Connor slammed the file of photos down, the others all jumped slightly.

"28 stab wounds, you didn't want to leave him a chance, huh?" He yelled at the deviant. "Did you feel anger? Hate?"

The way he talked to it brought memories back to (Y/N)'s mind, memories she wanted to forget.

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She was a teenager, being pulled by her father into her room.
"How dare you sneak out of the house? You were told to stay here & study. When you're given an order by me you obey!" He talked to her as if she were an android dis-obeying a command. He pushed her into her bedroom.

"Listen miss, if it weren't for your mother, you'd be out of this house right now, you hear me? Out. All these fantasias of becoming a police officer will corrupt you. But no, your mother says it's fine to dream about those jobs, jobs that can get you killed."

"Any other job has the same likelihood of me dying! I was just watching some officers do a patrol, at least I wasn't out drinking or getting high or smoking! If I become a lawyer & I don't watch my tongue god knows what people are going to think!
If I'm on the force I can make a difference! I have goals & I will accomplish them! That includes becoming a detective no matter what you say! I control my own life! I don't need your godamn 'life advice'!" She yelled that last part extremely loud. She immediately regretted it.

"Wait, dad, I- "

He looked down at her, eyes flaming with anger. He opened his mouth to spit more venom at her.

"What is going on up there?"

Her mother's voice called from downstairs, & then everything faded away.

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She was tapped on the shoulder & flinched.

"You alright kid?" Hank kept hold of her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"If you need to- "
"I'm good now, I promise."